Author's Note: This is a story of a blended family and the various combinations that may arise when love and sex arise among the family members. Although I am no legal expert, I believe the story's outcome is entirely plausible. Be warned that the plot takes a while to develop but I hope you feel that it was worth it in the end. Enjoy the telling.
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My name is Adam and this is my tale of incest within my Brady-like family. Let me start out by saying that I am a well-established agent for a major full-service insurance company. For years, I have satisfied my clientele by processing their automobile and homeowner claims promptly and insuring their various concerns.
However, all this changed when my high school sweetheart whom I married while in college, died tragically in an automobile accident. Besides dealing with my grief, I was left to care for our ten-year-old son, Peter, whom my wife and I had right after graduating. While my son struggled with the loss of his loving mother, he was old enough to accept his loss and tough it out. Fortunately, his friends, schoolwork, extracurricular activities, and sports kept him busy so that he wouldn't dwell on her passing. Still, to help Peter, I rearranged my work hours to be there for him and we developed a close father-son relationship.
As for me, I struggled with my own grief and suddenly having to become a single-parent. Simple things such as shopping, cooking, and washing that were second nature to my wife were challenging to me. As the years passed, I noticed that despite being there for him, there were times when Peter needed the gentle feminine touch of a mother, something that I couldn't provide. On top of that, because I was stretched thin with Peter and the house, my insurance business started to suffer from a steadily growing backlog of new accounts and claims. After three years of trying, I finally had to admit that I needed help in my business and placed an advertisement for a receptionist/accounts clerk.
After numerous dismal applicants, I interviewed Debby, a divorcee and mother of two girls, who had just relocated to our town. My first impression of Debby was 'boobs' - bodacious tatas - that preceded her curvaceous five-foot body. Bubbly and engaging, my interviewee was intriguing and downright sexy. A platinum blond with sparkling blue eyes, Debby was an attractive thirty-year-old woman with a great pair of tits (eye-magnets), a trim waist, nice hips, a rounded booty, and shapely legs. Simply put, I was stunned as Debby took my breath away.
"Look, Adam, I'll be straight with you," said Debby with a slight southern accent. "I desperately need a job. My ex-husband was a damn nasty son-of-a-bitch particularly when drunk. He mentally, physically, and sexually molested me...and sadly to say, was physically abusive to my daughters... especially my youngest, Eve. When he was finally convicted of domestic violence and child abuse, I divorced him, and the girls and I relocated to start a new identity and life. I need a job and its benefits for my daughters and me. I believe I have the experience you're looking for - so, what do I have to do to get hired?"
The look and tone that Debby gave me were highly suggestive, and I willingly admitted that a flurry of grossly obscene thoughts flashed through my mind. However, reeling in my perverted urges with a woman I had just met (even though I had to admit that I was definitely attracted to Debby), I sat back and said, "All you have to do is to sign your contract, Debby. You're hired! When can you start?"
With a squeal of utter delight, Debby flung herself out of her chair to crush her large spongy breasts into my face. "You won't regret this, Adam! I'll be more than you ever could imagine! I promise you!"
Deciding to do a "pay forward" with my new employee, I took out my checkbook and promptly wrote her a check for a thousand dollars. "This is a loan to help you and your girls settle down. Take it to the bank down the street and they will cash it for you. If they question you, have them call me."
This brought another shriek of joy and another squashing of her swollen boobs into my chest, followed immediately by a quick kiss on my lips. "Ooh, God, what did I do to deserve a man like you?" That sentiment was finalized with another cock-hardening kiss... something that told me that I had somehow made the right choice.
In the month to follow, Debby proved worth her weight in gold. Her cheerful and personable southern approach to our customers and potential clients did a lot to sell our services, soothe upset feelings, and clarify any confusion. She also proved highly efficient in managing the accounts and before long had eliminated any backlogged issues.
When Peter stopped by the office, Debby utterly and completely charmed him, flattering him as an older attractive woman could while caring for him as if he were her own. My teenage son began dropping by quite often and was thrilled when Debby promised to cheer for him as the junior varsity football halfback or as the starting forward of the JV basketball team.
Debby's girls, Jan and Eve, also stopped by to meet me. Her oldest, Jan, was literally a clone of her mother - attractive, well-developed for her age, and extremely outward-going. She immediately tried to flirt with me, an older man, and could not seem to accept that her efforts were unrequited.
Eve, on the other hand, was friendly but only to the point of what was necessary to be polite. There was something about the way she looked at me at the time that I couldn't quite put my finger on. There was a certain sense of wariness mixed with a hidden assessment of me...a bit unnerving to say the least from one so young.
As enchanting as her girls were, Debby was an unexpected personal delight to me. I didn't realize how much I missed having a special woman in my life until one Saturday when Debby locked the door and put the "Closed" sign in the window so that we could have what was supposed to be an undisturbed lunch.
"Wow, Adam, I give you credit. I don't know many men who could be single-handed raise a young boy, manage a house, and maintain a thriving insurance business. Hmmm, at thirty-six, you'll make some lucky woman a good catch. And to raise all by yourself such a handsome young man as Peter...he'll be a heart-throb to many girls. Here, have another cookie...and don't worry there is enough for you to take home to Peter.
"How old is Peter? Thirteen? How do you like that? He's the same age as my oldest daughter, Jan. I guess they'll be classmates when the school year starts and I hope he will look after her. How old is my other girl? Eve is a year younger than Jan... twelve-years-old."
Having previously told Debby about myself and my son, I asked, "So, tell me about yourself and your girls, Debby?"
"Well, I was raised in a rural broken home and often neglected. I was what you might call an 'early bloomer' and my breasts literally and figuratively stood out. I quickly discovered boys, fooled around, and eventually ended up pregnant at a much too young age. Fortunately, I had the wherewithal to get my GED and then an accounting certificate from a business school while raising my girls. This enabled me to get a clerking job and support my babies.
"Jan is well-developed for her age and pretty. She knows this and quite extroverted, having no qualms flaunting what she has. This is particularly worrisome since when I was her age, I did the same darn thing and look what it got me.
"My baby, Eve, grew up in the shadow of her older sister and is a shy and quiet girl. As you might have noticed, she is cute in her own way but downplays it by not saying much or being very outgoing. However, there's a side of Eve that can quite unsettling. She won't tell me everything that happened between her and my ex-husband and now tends to be more cautious. Eve thinks things out be for acting...the complete opposite of her older sister.
"As for my ex-husband, he was a good-looking smoother talker, but lazy and good for nothing. He had a hidden mean-streak in him and when things weren't going his way or when he was drunk, he was abusive...first verbally...then physically...and finally sexually. He enjoyed slapping me around and towards the end of our relationship, he would get real nasty and rape me right in front of our daughters to hurt and embarrass me.
"I was so busy trying to support my girls and shit-ass husband, that I wasn't aware that he was abusing them while I was at work. It was only when Eve came crying to me that I discovered what was happening. When I confronted him, I was beaten pretty badly," sobbed Debby. "But I got him good when I called the cops who took one look at me and promptly arrested him. When what he did to my girls came out, it was like putting the nail in his coffin and he'll be in prison for a long time. After divorcing him, I packed up the girls and went in search of a new life...and bless my lucky stars, met you, Adam."
I put an arm around Debby to comfort her and she folded into my embrace. Before I knew it, we were kissing, tenderly at first and then passionately. "Debby, we shouldn't be doing this," I gasped as I became aware of what was happening. "I'm your boss... and..."
I never got a chance to complete my half-hearted sentiment for Debby kissed me harder, pressing her big boobs into my chest while her small hand casually drifted to the bulge in the crotch of my pants. "Adam, will you shut up?" purred Debby. "There's no law against me repaying you for your loan in an 'in-kind' way.'"
With that, Debby slipped off her chair to kneel between my legs. Quickly undoing my belt and then unzipping my trouser, she released my raging hard-on with a downward jerk of my pants and boxers. "Ooh, I'm mighty glad to see that I turn you on and extremely pleased with what I see. Here's the first installment for that advance that you gave me." With that said, Debby swallowed my erection and eagerly proceeded to suck me off. Having gone without sex for such a long time, I soon was spewing ropes of semen down her gulping throat.
"Ooh, yummy, that was delicious! What a lunch!" sighed Debby as she sucked and licked me clean. "It's a good thing that sperm isn't fattening. Hmmm..."
"I've got...to see your magnificent boobs," I managed to croak as Debby continued her wonderful oral ministrations. "Can I...please?"
